3.13 & 4.13 // this moment in the finale felt like such echo of the flashback to the delinquents being put on the drop ship; two mothers sending off their daughters to two very different spaceships. one that might save them, or kill them. and of course, clarke being shown to be echoing her mother’s tenderness on madi. abby and clarke have the longest-running love story on this show, and now clarke has become a mother herself.
Someone asked to see me lineart– ok this video is sped up lmao, but basically the way I draw super clean lineart is by zooming in, rotating, and doing quick and concise stokes rather than having it in small jagged lines. I often check to make sure I don’t have any opened areas in my lines before coloring. Before anyone ask what I use, I’m using a Surface 3 to draw and the program is Clip Studio Paint EX.
Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…
(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)
Seriously, how much
is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch
them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You
take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind,
telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.
And then he does
Of all things, a
mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy.
But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails
digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is
riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went
into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.
You can’t tear
your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of
that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his
torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell.
One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the
other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned
at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt
clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.
“Do you know him?”
the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes
glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back,
sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back
to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering
Molly: Following a
kidnapping as a young teen, she wanted to protect herself the way
someone once protected her. What started with a simple self-defence
course turned into a life-long affinity for violence and a successful
run as an MMA fighter. Went off the grid and turned mercenary after
her father’s death at the hands of a disgruntled employee left her destitute and unable to pay for college.
Trevor: Never forgot that
time when the computer guy made him part of the team. Developed
hacking and technology skills to rival his idol, along with a healthy
problem with authority to match. It’s still the age of the geek,
Widmark: After his
step-father went to prison, life was a series of increasing challenges, but he never forgot his ability to make people believe in
him. When the only job in show business he could get was as a singing
waiter, he started to use his powers of persuasion and ability to reinvent himself for more
self-serving purposes. And so, a con-artist was born.
Josie: Turns out
landscaping is kind of boring when all you want to do is kick ass.
Returning to a life of crime and becoming one of the world’s greatest
thieves was much more her style.
Olivia: When fingered to take the fall for a crime she didn’t commit, CIA Agent Olivia Sterling leaves behind her career in espionage and cryptography - at least, as far as the agency is concerned - and disappears. She uses her contacts to assemble a motley crew of hustlers, felons, and thugs to track down and take out the corrupt organisation that set her up. But what started as revenge, a one-time gig, becomes so much more…
Amy: Art appraisal expert. Also Olivia’s ex. They met while consulting with Interpol as a favor to Director Sterling. Years and a somewhat-amicable break up later, Amy gets pulled into the crew’s schemes which, after years of friendship with a certain legendary thief, is practically old hat. She shows up every now and then to help out with jobs and to flirt with Josie, which drives Olivia mad. (Whether she is more jealous of Amy or Josie is anyone’s guess).
Summary: Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).
Word Count: 3041
Warnings: Smut and Language
A/N: This was inspired by an anon ask for more light-hearted, less kinky, more playful sex. I decided to make it more realistic for once, not everything is perfect. Sex is sometimes awkward and strange while also being awesome. So here you go.
Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.
I’m not really sure who kissed who, to be honest. Just a few minutes ago, I was up to my elbows in dishes, scrubbing dinner away. Now Dean’s lips are on mine, his hands roaming freely beneath my shirt, exploring my skin.
I mean, I did splash him with the water. And he did kinda chase me around the kitchen to exact revenge. And we were sorta flirty about it all. But we always have been. It’s just us, just the way we are together. Have you seen Dean Winchester? Of course I’m going to flirt with him.
But now I’m pressed up against him, my head spinning in the most wonderful way. There are good kissers in this world and bad kissers. I’ve experienced both. Dean’s kisses, they take my breath away. His lips mold to mine, his tongue dances along mine, he tastes like beer and pie. Kinda like you’d think he would.
Listen, I wasn’t really expecting my night to go this way. Maybe I should have seen it coming, we clearly have some sort of chemistry, but I thought maybe Dean was too professional to hook up with a hunter he was living with.
Anyway, like any of that matters now. His lips are on mine, his hips are pressed to mine, my fingers are running up and down his biceps. So here we are.
Eventually, we have to come up for air. We’ve been attached at the lips for what feels like an eternity. Time is irrelevant during a good make out session. I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks, it’s like a tiny acrobat is doing millions of somersaults in my belly. My heart is thud-thudding so loudly it’s a wonder Dean can’t hear it.
He grins at me - is that a bashful smile? From Dean fucking Winchester? This man oozes confidence and sexuality, and now he’s looking at me like…that? Impossibly, my heart races faster.
His green eyes meet mine as he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…keep going?”
my friend and I both hadn't had our first kiss but she just got together with the girl she likes and now I feel really behind. Everyone in my year has had their first kiss. E v e r y o n e. I feel so awkward now because they're all asking people to the dance I don't even know how to talk to guys??
Bruh, the fact that the social standards for when a first kiss should happen is just fucked imo. Don’t pressure yourself into trying to talk to guys, and honestly I treat them the same as any other person.
There’s now real way to talk to anyone. Just treat them like a person, and it’ll get you somewhere. Ofc you’re not going to talk to guys about periods and bra issues (if that’s a thing for you, cuz honestly it is for me and I complain about those things to my female friends all the time) but like, talk about classes, projects, teachers, who’s doing what this weekend. Even the weather if it’s being whacky. If you’re into sports talk about that (those Stanley cup playoffs amiright?)
But guys are are people too. They’re not some ethereal race of beings that could transport us to different world. Pfff, if they are actually aliens, ask to leave earth because idk about you but I’ve wanted off for awhile now.
Anywhoodles, in all seriousness, and I’ll say this for like the third time: guys are people, treat them that way. You don’t have to flirt, you don’t have to seduce them, because tbh, you don’t want a guy who’s just after sex. If you’re really looking for a relationship, look for the guy who can be your best friend and more, that’s what I look for in any potential partner.